Don and I decided to make the 4 hour drive home afterwards instead of staying in a hotel one more night. And it's a good thing we did... We got home at 1:30 and by 4:30, I was sick and continued to be sick for the next 15 hours. I knew for sure that I had food poisoning! It was awful!
By Wednesday, I was no longer throwing up (trying to be not too gross here!), but my stomach pains were not going away. Don finally went to The Walmarts at 11:30 that night to get me Gas-X because that's what I decided I needed. After I took it, though, I felt even worse! Don and the kids were already asleep by this point, and I finally prayed that if it was just some freaky-bad gas, for God to take it away, but if it was something else, that I would know.
I went to my "medical expert," Google, and looked up appendicitis symptoms when my "gas" didn't go away, and OH MY GOODNESS! While all my symptoms met the food poisoning symptoms, they also met the appendicitis symptoms! By this time, my pain was even more severe, so I woke poor Don up, and he rushed me to the ER, where they diagnosed me with appendicitis and a quick 10 hours later (ha!), they removed my appendix. Definitely not the ending of a vacation that I had in mind, but at least we caught it in time (it was barely ruptured) and they were able to do the surgery laparoscopically instead of the full deal.
So, yup, I'm now lyin in my hospital bed listening to my hubby breathe deeply on the couch (that sounds so much nicer than saying he's snoring, don't you think?), and I'm soo grateful that I'm surrounded by medical professionals who ate takin such good care of me.
So, teacher, that's what I did on MY vacation! :-)
P.S. I'm on quite a bit of meds, so hopefully this all makes sense!